CLOSED! Rhun's Greyhawk OMEGA Game (ToEE)

Nodding thankfully to the fisherman without saying a word, Zirat turns to his friends and share the useful information with them.
A local herbalist names Old Mother Screng operate in this foul place, we could check the quality of her merchandise.
 

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The fisherman frowns as Zirat turns away without a word, probably having hoped for a copper or two. He then continues on his way, pole over one shoulder, fresh catch held in the opposite hand.
 


"We need more than a few potions. We need a lot of healing that can taken with us and applied quickly. We will face a large number of human and monstrous foes. Gnolls, bugbears, ogres, trolls. I expect us to take serious wounds again and again as we assault and kill the minions in there. We need to be able to press on again without retreating after such bloody battles. Would the good temple in Hommelet be able to provide us with such magical healing?"
 

"Was not our mission to rescue your friend? If you intend to assault the entire temple then I think that we should ask for assistance in Homlett. We may be able to convince them of the threat it poses to their safety."
 

Jinx shivers with relief. "Hommlet, then." The gnome eyes the darkened village of Nulb. "I agree we're not likely to find comfortable or safe quarter in Nulb, not when it's so close to the temple. Rooms are safer in Hommlet, the food's more wholesome, and we stand a better chance of finding enough healing elixirs to stock up for a return onslaught. I'm for slogging onward through the night to reach Hommlet, if you lot are agreeable to the idea, that is."
 


"I agree with the magi. If we are going to take enough delay, we should be as well prepared as we can. And if we are doing that, I see no reason to risk whatever might befall us here." Aeron seems clearly uncomfortable in the town of Nulb.
 

Shoon sighs, his hopes of finally passing out for a few hours after running to and fro for most of the day, dashed against his allies' insistance that they ignore the close by inn in favor of pressing forward into the dark night. "I... would like to stop. I am tired from all of the trouble we have had today, and I cannot see myself staying awake for much longer. I think that we are far more likely to encounter open hostility on the road where there are no witneses than we are at the inn, and if we do, we will be far less prepared for them, being even more exhausted than we are now..."
 

"We have your cart bounty hunter. You can sleep in there while we press on. I will lead us to Hommlette. We will gather the resources we need then return."
 

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